Just Once

Three years of marriage brought nothing but a thorn to my heart. My child was critically ill and in need of treatment. My husband didn't care and even called me unfaithful. In my desperation, I sold my body and soul in exchange for the recovery of my child. His name was Benjamin. Dominating the underworld and influencing politics, he was like a poppy that impressed, captivated, broke, and disillusioned me. He said that different from the others who approached me only for sex, he wanted every part of me. He also said that I was his only one and that nothing in this world could compare with me. Then he told me that these were all lies. I told him that these were true to me.

Cora Jenkins · Urbano

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Chapter 29

I pulled away and looked at my mate. His eyes were red and there was a single tear steak going down his cheek. "I-I'm sorry," I choked out. He pulled me back into his gentle embrace.

"Why are you sorry?" he whispered after I calmed down.

"I'm a mess," I started. "My parents just died. I went into a coma. I have to be Queen of all werewolves. I have to take care of my younger brother."

"So?" Alex asked completely confused.

I sighed and pulled away from my mate. I took a few minutes to calm myself before explaining. "It's a lot of baggage. Having a mate like me, its a lot of stress. A lot of patience. A lot of responsibility. I can't do that to you," I told him honestly. "You already have a pack to take care of. You don't need me and my problems," I said sadly and looked at my fiddling hands.

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